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Day 32: Sunday
BDSM Sex Story: Day 32: Sunday - This is a tale about a brother, John (17), and his petite stepsister Anna (16). Together they explore the world of BDSM.
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Today is the second day of our two weeks alone. Anna has spend the night with her hands tied behind her back, and she is a little crabby this morning. Something about an itchy nose or some such. No matter, she’ll get used to it. I already have!
We start before breakfast, as Anna has to earn hers. The very first thing we do is the caning game, of course. That’s the rules. Yesterday we started at 40 strokes, so today it’s 50. Still not a huge amount, nothing my step-sister finds terrifying.
Her ass is mostly healed from her 40, only a few faint lines are still visible. Well, I’m adding some new ones now. Anna is kneeling on the kitchen floor, has ass raised in the air while her head is down almost on ground level. Since she complained about 40 not being enough yesterday, I hit her harder today. Not more than 50 strokes, but harder, and with less pause in between.
When I’m done, she still hasn’t made a sound - I think her pride kept her silent. But when she gets back up, she is slightly unsteady on her feet, and her ass is glowing with many more angry lines. I think I’ve made my point: don’t nag me about your punishment.
But I’m not done spanking her - I’m just going to use another instrument, and I’m going to make her position a bit more challenging.
She has to stand on tip-toe, and I toss a handful of thumb tacks under her feet. If she lowers her feet, she’ll prick herself. Did you know that my little sister has a thing about her feet? They are very sensitive, and she is very squeamish about them. Hitting her soles with a cane? Quite all right. Tickling her soles? Not so much. Putting thumb tacks into her soles? Not even remotely!
And yet, here we are. Anna is already sweating, and it has nothing to do with the temperature. But it’s not problem, all she has to do is hold still while I spank her. As long as she remains on her toes, nothing will happen to her feet. Easy. Right?
So her eyes get really wide when I produce our electric fly swatter!
I hit her ass first. That allows her to get used to the sting, the zap, and the loud crack as the electricity unloads. Hitting her already sore ass might seem cruel, but it actually makes it easier for her to balance on her toes, as the force of the impact carries her forward, away from the thumb tacks.
But after a few hits I switch targets: now I hit her small tits. This makes it a lot harder for her to stay forward on her toes! Not to mention that zapping her nipples is - apparently - somewhat painful. So I keep doing it! Zap! Zap! Zap!
She is now actually leaning forward, pushing her tits towards the painful sting of the swatter. Unfortunately I’m sure it has nothing to do with her eagerness to be shocked, but rather with her desire to keep her feet off the thumb tacks.
I’m not actually hitting her very hard, that’s not how an electric fly swatter works. Plus, if I hit her too hard, she will have to put weight on her heels to keep from falling. And while I’m not opposed to the idea of Anna impaling herself on a bunch of thumb tacks, I want to give her a fair chance to avoid it.
Unfortunately, after only about 20 hits, she becomes used to the sting of the electricity (and isn’t it ironic that an electric fly swatter stings worse than the insects it’s supposed to protect against? no? never mind then.). She still flinches every time it cracks against one of her nipples, but she is clearly over it.
All right, so I put the fly swatter away, and I also remove the thumb tacks (much to her relief). Well, better luck next time, right?
But I’m still not done spanking her. My next target are her thighs. I’ll whip her with the single tail, so it’ll be painful. How painful? Well, that depends at least partly on her.
You see, we are going to play a numbers game. We both think of a number. If her number is greater than mine, I will use her number as the count of lashes. But if my number is greater, than not only will I use my number as the count of lashes, I will also double it! So if her number is 10 and mine is 5, she will be whipped 10 times. But if it’s the other way around, her number is 5 and mine is 10, she will be whipped 20 times, 2 times 10.